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I suck lightly at her hip bone while I consider her request. I wonder if she will still feel the same once the mask comes off. I wonder how this will play out at family dinners, but that’s a later problem.
I move up over her and claim her sweet lips. My tongue still coated with her essence sweeps between the folds and I feel her guttural moan all the way through my skeleton. I never want it to end. I’m drowning in her taste, her little sounds as she matches my need for more.
I keep her pinned under me, keep her lips hostage, her moans only mine as I enter her with a maddening slowness that nearly capsizes my sanity. Addie’s sob fills my throat as her body clamps down around me and drags me deeper.
“Fuck, you feel so good, dimples. So, fucking perfect.”
“Don’t stop,” she gasps.
Our movements are fluid. A beautiful choreography of two people who have done this a million times. Who know when to move and dip, to kiss and touch. We’re not fucking. This is deeper, a super charge of passion I can feel to my toes.
“I’m cumming,” Addie whispers against my mouth, her body tense, thighs trembling. “Take your mask off. I want to see your face. Please.”
My heart claps wildly in my chest, a panicked pounding that rattles through me, but I obey. I give her what she wants.
With my cock buried deep in her wet, rippling heat, I reach up and drag the hood off.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ADDIE
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“You?”
I cum because there’s no stopping the wave of fire already blazing through me. My body bows off the mattress, hips writhing as I impale myself on his rigid shaft with shameless abandon.
He’s inside me. Rhys is filling my channel, stretching my walls. He’s moving and thrusting in languid rocks that draw my orgasm out for what feels like forever while he watches me, his dark hair a wild mess, his eyes ravenous.
“Rhys?” my chin drops to where he’s joined to me. Where he’s coated in my release. “Oh God, Rhys, what are you doing?”
It’s a stupid question.
I can see exactly what he’s doing. What I should be telling him is to stop, to pull out.
To not cum in me.
But he already has. A lot. It’s been coming out of me in gushes all day and I begged him for more. I begged him to make me his whore and use me.
I still want it. I want it with a maddening desperation that steals all my other senses.
“Rhys...”
“Yes, Addie?” he taunts, hips sliding back until I’m scared he’ll come out only to sweep back in.
Every rigid inch.
The tethers hold me open wide for him, but it’s the mirror over the bed, the square of glass where I get to watch his ass flexand pump between my sprawled thighs as I lie here bound and helpless. It’s so painfully erotic, I can’t look away. I can’t stop tracing the corded muscles of his broad back ripple as he bucks over me. The strain in his arms bracing him as he wrecks my body.
“Rhys ... Rhys, you need to stop,” I choke as another crash of release tightens my core, the pre-warning before it takes me under. “Rhys...”
God, I’m going to cum again.
“Say it,” he bites through clenched teeth. The shadows twisting his features to one of barely suppressed hunger as he takes me with frustratingly even strokes. “Tell me to stop, Addie.”
The tethers twisted in my hands cut my damp palms. The fabric squeaks, the headboard rattles with the strain of my body.
“Rhys, please ... please.”
